There was nothing that could give the least clew.

There were no letters, no memoranda; and, after a time, people came to the conclusion that it would be better to let the child remain where she was, for her father would be sure in time to hear of the doctor's death and to claim her.
So September came, with its glory of autumn leaves.

Just three years had elapsed since Lady Charlewood had died; and then the great trouble of her life came to Margaret Dornham..